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Monday, December 21, 2015

Welcome to
my stop on the Virtual Tour, presented by Reading
Addiction Book Tours, for DiSemblance by Shanae Branham. Please leave
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Inside the hologram machine 17-year-old Jason
has everything his heart desires, including a digital simulation of his dead
mother. While outside the machine, he’s forbidden contact with everyone. Living
within the shadow of a serial killer, Jason is captivated by the beautiful girl
next door, Boston Manning. Disobeying his father, he secretly cultivates a
relationship with her.

For Boston life is divided into those that
have and those that have not. Displaced in a new high school, she is determined
to have the life she’s always wanted. But will her choices hijack her dreams
and plunge her into the treacherous clutches of a serial killer?

As an action-packed romantic thriller,
DiSemblance is sure to keep you guessing until the very end.

Boston
steps through the hole she created in the alder brush onto a patch of grass
between a straw-bale wall and the woods.

“Who’s
there?” a girl calls from a blanket a short distance off to our right.

I
shut off the flashlight and step through beside her, waiting for her
instructions.

“Don’t
worry, honey.” The male voice is coming from the same direction. “Whoever it is
can join us. We’re just getting started.”

Boston
drops the machete and bolts back into the woods heading down the trail. I
switch on the flashlight and shine it at the voices. The creep that attacked
Boston last night and a pretty blonde girl are sitting together on a blanket
spread out beside the straw-bale wall. The girl is frantically buttoning her
shirt. Hard-edge squints against the light. He’s getting around well, with a
cast on his leg.

I
pick up Boston’s machete and her backpack and trail her to the car, where she’s
trembling in the driver’s seat. Confused by the sudden change of plan, I throw
her stuff in the backseat, climb into the passenger side and wait for her to
explain herself.

She
stares out the front window for the longest time. Then she tosses her mask in
the backseat and starts the engine.

“What
are you doing?”

Her
face is pale as a ghost when she looks at me. “That’s Candice with Ricky.”

I
know that her statement is supposed to mean something to me, but it doesn’t.
“Who’s Candice?”

“She’s
the girl I was going to warn about Ricky.”

“You
can still—”

“What?”
Her tone is acid. “Tell my friend that the guy she’s making out with tried to
rape me last night?”

“Yeah.”
I don’t understand what she’s afraid of. If I were Candice, I’d want to know
that I was hanging out with a rapist. “Wouldn’t you want to know?”

“But
what if Candice doesn’t believe me? What if Ricky says those horrible things
about my mother and calls me a slut, again?”

I’m
not aware of any horrible things about her mother. “You’re not a slut.”

“Thanks.”
She lowers her chin. “If that’s true, then why’d your brother take pictures of
me?”

“Because
he’s messed up and doesn’t understand people need to be respected.”

Her
voice cracks when she speaks. “Why’d your dad let him?”

“Because
he doesn’t know how to fix Isaac so he only focuses on his invention, hoping
that we’ll be all right on our own.”

She
looks at me. “Why didn’t you stop him?”

She’s
accusing me of being the bad guy? I feel my pulse throb in my neck as I try to
keep the anger out of my voice. “I saw the pictures of our neighbors that you
threw away in your room. You didn’t take those pictures because you thought
they were sluts, did you?”

Her
body goes rigid. “Of course not.”

“My
brother likes you.” I touch her hand and her muscles relax. “I should have
stopped him, but I didn’t know how. I didn’t want to upset him. Just like you
don’t want to upset Candice.”

She
draws her hand away from me. “So you’re saying I should go back!”

“Only
if you really believe I should have stopped Isaac.”

She
glares at me and turns the radio up so loud that the music destroys any chance
of further conversation. After several minutes, she grabs the machete from the
back seat and shuts off the radio. “I’m not scared!”

“I
know.” But I don’t know. My heart is racing like I’m riding a fifty-foot wave.

Switching
the headlights on, she presses on the gas pedal and speeds down Daemon’s
driveway. Nearing the back of the maze, she turns onto the grassy section and
plows through the edge of the woods moving towards Ricky and Candice. Branches
crack and break against the windshield and scrape the side of the car until she
stops in front of her targets. Bursting from the vehicle with the machete in
one hand and the mini recorder in the other . . .

I am a professional writer with a bachelor's
degree in creative writing and a minor in grammar. I have also attended several
years of classes and workshops in screenplay writing at the Los Angeles
Screenplay writer's Expo.

I love suspenseful, action-adventures and
clean, young adult, romance stories. I was born and raised in a small town in
Idaho. I am the second out of six children. When I was in my early 20's my
mother was killed by a drunk driver. This one incident drastically changed my
life. I have always had a passion for reading and writing fiction. Owing to a
life long struggle with Dyslexia, early teachers discouraged me from pursuing a
career in writing.

As I have spent over twenty-five years
transforming my language disabilities into professional writing skills, God has
honed my insatiable passion into an incredible vision.

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